****
i know its typical but
i wish you still looked at me like you did
your eyes are an ocean
and im lost at sea
i forgot how to swim.
i know its typical but
i'd swallow poison
if it tasted like you.
especially
if it tasted like you.
i know its typical but
it feels like you were the only drug i need
popping painkillers never compared to
you.
i know its typical but
feeling your lips felt like
being giddy, high, drunk
you were ***** when the times got rough.
i know its typical but
i miss you
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 11:17 PM UTC
i see red everywhere and
a month ago i would have wanted it all over
but now the red is you
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 12:50 AM UTC
I told you I'm here for you, and i am
I just
Don't want you wishing for me when its
4: 44 am and you've been
Pulling out your hair all night and
I'll ask you why you don't have eyelashes tomorrow and
Your mother will ask why theres little blonde hairs on your pillowcase and why
Your eyes are bloodshot maybe
Its because of me and maybe its the disease but
I told you I'm here for you,
I just
Don't want you wishing for me at 4: 44 a.m
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 8:51 AM UTC
i won't let your
beautiful words and
pretentious thoughts paint pretty pictures
on the insides on my eyelids like your
tabs and bars do for you
even if the colors are warm and bright and new and
it feels soft and numb like
i want to stay here forever
i wont
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 12:07 AM UTC
Who could ever love me
With my accidental bloodstains
And my constant reget?
Who could ever love a girl
Who's cheeks are always wet
?
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 11:49 PM UTC
'To whom it concerns'
Is how i plan to start it
16 and the end.
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 12:24 AM UTC
I stood by as you fell apart
and held your hand
and caught all your broken pieces
only to find
you couldn't be put back together
at least not by me.
Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 11:57 PM UTC
Three words and it was like a key,
You unlocked three years of decomposed history
And erased.
I know
I'll let you in again,
But i promised myself i wouldnt.
I know
We'll fall back into eachother's arms,
Same routine of me sneaking out to your house at midnight and
You teaching me to play music that will soon
Become the background of our pointless, happy little moments
That will shift into just memories in a couple years.
I know
How toxic you are
And i know
That you dont really care about me
But, neither do i
So you're using me and im using you
For a stale high and a good time.
It'll become comfortable,
But maybe not
Maybe this time i'll fight it?
I dont like covering bruises
Instead of scars
But its easier
And it works for you
And me too
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 1:06 AM UTC
.....doing things i shouldnt waiting for the pain to go away or disperse
and im sorry for the tears on the page and everything else because
im such a ******* mistake like a mark a pencil couldnt quite erase like
i should be gone.
but i'll be gone soon dont worry
and its my only lullaby to myself as i lie awake at one, two, three thirty
in the morning trying to rock myself to sleep because only my thoughts
know who i am and i dont like it
and my brother will burst in time to time
and ask 'whats wrong with you' because my backs turned and theres a puddle on the ground
and
im always hoping right before i drift off that maybe, just maybe, i wont awake
maybe then i won't keep being such a mistake
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 10:50 PM UTC
I would tell you you're as beautiful
As a starry sky filled with the hum of silence
But you've heard it all before
And you can't hear it again because
It fills your ears with the sound of rushing water
Plays like a track behind closed eyelids but
Lying awake because sleep is for the peaceful
And inside, there is everything but peace
Of mind.
These words flow together and they are meaningless
But only because you believe them to be because
Other words came first and
Because you believed them to be,
They weren't meaningless
And the meaning you've deciphered from these
Erroneous remarks
Is now your single truth.
So everything else pulses silently in the background of your life
Waiting until you can fight the distortion of your only reality
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 11:44 PM UTC